Many years ago, at a banquet at a night.

This is an era when superheroes have not yet sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. At this time, Tony Stark was just a wealthy playboy who was rich and rich, and a dazzling star in the social field. When he appeared in public, he often hugged and hugged each other, and naturally seemed to become the focus of the audience. It was on this day that he met a person similar to him for the first time.

Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham City, has been difficult to distinguish between the Wayne Consortium and the Stark Group for many years, and its financial resources are only between the same. Sometimes the Wayne Consortium wins one end, but after a year, the Stark Consortium gains the upper hand, so what is the stronger company?

When the two rich second-generations who were exposed to the same level as stars met for the first time, Tony smiled from afar, held up a glass of champagne and happily came up, saying, "Hey! Look who is here, isn't this Gotham's star of tomorrow?"

Bruce smiled, and also took a glass of champagne from the waiter and clashed with him, saying hello, "Mr. Stark."

"I've heard a lot of rumors about you," Tony smiled. "I heard that you traveled around the world and left such a huge company alone. After so many years of mysterious disappearance, it suddenly popped up again... Do you know how much sensation the news that you suddenly came back caused in Gotham, or even across the country?"

Bruce smiled and said, "I'm really a little willful in this regard. I'm just very grateful that they still left me with the place to CEO."

"Look, family businesses have such benefits." Tony put one hand on his shoulder, hugging him all the way to the balcony, saying, "After all, our last name is hung on the company building, right? To be honest, I am quite envious and admire you. In fact, I have also had the idea of ​​traveling around the world, but I am afraid that the earth can do this step. You have disappeared for a whole year... How many years have you been?"

"Seven years." Bruce reminded.

"Ah, yes, for seven years," Tony said. "There are no news for seven years, and they almost all believe you are dead. I think you must have lived a very free and easy life during this period."

“Not exactly.”

As they said, they had walked out of the bustling hall and came to the balcony. The lights were not turned on here, but were only illuminated by the afterglow of the gorgeous crystal lamps in the hall. They stood at a high place, looking down at the night view of New York, and suddenly a sense of magnificence that was a small mountain view arose.

Tony laughed and said, "Look at this city, in the next ten years, I will turn it upside down and become a completely different city. You know, although my father made a fortune by arms, it has always been his dream to benefit society in more areas, and that is what I can do. With people like you and me, the city can become a better place."

Bruce pondered for a while and suddenly said, "Of course this is the case...if you really think so."

Tony smiled: "Of course not. I did this just because there is profitability. Everyone says that there is something bad about World War II, but the irony is that I just rely on it to make a fortune. I don't know much about your family company, but I know that no wealth can be accumulated entirely by the open and upright road. We are special people, Bruce, and God has given us special power. This is a gift. All you need to learn is how to squander it."

"Maybe it," said Bruce, having drunk champagne, and he turned inward and said, "I'm sorry for losing my companion, Mr. Stark, I have other dates."

"Go," Tony waved his hand behind him, "I'm glad to find that we have more similarities than the rumors."

Bruce left the hall and went straight to his car downstairs. His butler Alfred had already sat in the driver's seat and waited. Seeing him get into the back seat, he asked, "Is the banquet still pleasant? Master Bruce?"

"Not what." Bruce said lightly, "I met Stark."

"How? Are you as similar as media rumored?"

"No." Bruce said decisively, "we have nothing similar."

Years later, now, a terrorist base in the desert.

The sound of gunfire sounded all over the sky, yellow sand flew in the desert, and sand and dust spread along the air like mist, covering the terrorist camps with hazy colors. The terrorists shouted in their local language, but they were quickly swallowed up by the sound of shelling. The sound of bombardment from the front line positions was like thunder, and they were moving step by step towards the rear, which was terrifying.

About an hour ago, the Justice League learned that the terrorists had seized a hostage in the town, and Eric, the only one who was free on the watchtower, naturally came to solve the incident. However, this level of mission is not much different from a vacation for him, and in fact it is quite easy.

Eric rushed into the terrorist camp head-on, as if he was treating his body as a shell. Countless guns and cannons pointed at his direction, but the rain of bullets only left a little spark on the solid shell of the armor and splashed. He knocked through the heavy cannon with his body, kicking the heavy armored tank seven or eight, and his hot eyes swept across the circle and overturned a long defensive front, and walked in the burning flames.

No one was his enemy of one move, and no one could even slow him down a little, even a little bit. Eric swaggered and stepped through the opponent's defense line one after another, as if he was unstoppable like a god of war. He turned around in just a few minutes. However, after finally lifting the base camp aside with his bare hands, the terrorists' small leaders were not among them. It turned out that when the guy found that the enemy was invincible, he simply ordered the others to block it to the death, and he chose a few confidants to drive and flee in a panic.

However, it is not easy to escape Eric's pursuit in this vast desert? Eric narrowed his eyes, and the enhanced eyesight of the Amozhuo armor quickly helped him lock in the desert off-road vehicle, and now he had just escaped a mile away. Eric snorted coldly, jumped up, tore open the yellow sand with a soaring force, and caught up with the escaped off-road vehicle with just one rise and fall. Eric landed in front of the car like a meteorite, and stepped on the hood with a "boom". The off-road vehicle stopped with a bang, and the body almost turned over. Several terrorists were all confused and bleeding.
Chapter completed!